Sunday, November 12, 2006


I wrote this poem shortly after the outset of America's "preemptive" attack on Iraq. I've since posted it a few times on Bikehiker. It seems as applicable now as it did several years ago. Perhaps the only difference is that most are no longer willing to keep silent, that is, if America's choices at the voting booth are to be interpreted as voices long ignored or withheld.

We are told
Coyly cajoled
To anticipate victory

Flags wave
We behave
As if it was meant to be

With every death
Gasping breath
Resolve is supposed to deepen

Till debt is paid
For every grave
We are chided not to weaken

It seems inane
Surely insane
To follow this logic through

We buy the lie
Exchange right
For a tough man’s stunted view

On battlefields
Clarity yields
To prior and distant choices

Ignoring wiser voices

Quagmire ensues
Still we choose
To pursue paths of violence

On it goes
Till who knows
So long as most keep silence

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